With Curious Art The Brain, Too Finely

Weak Is That Throne, And In Itself Unsound, Which Takes Not Solid Virtue For Its Ground.

Genius Is Of No Country.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

Within The Brain's Most Secret Cells, A Certain Lord Chief Justice Dwells, Of Sov'reign Power, Whom One And All, With Common Voice We Reason Call.